Behind him, Selina’s hand went up to cover the necklace, as if hiding it now, thirty witnesses too late, could put the last seven seconds back in the box.

Thirty employees had just watched, in seven seconds, what it had taken me two years to uncover.

And Barrett stood there believing that the video was the worst thing that was going to happen to him — that his humiliation would be measured in office gossip and a few awkward weeks.

He had no idea that the truly ruinous thing was waiting for me at home, in a room he had turned into a closet, at the bottom of a box he had never once thought to open.

Chapter 8 — The Blue Folder